Something unexpected happens partway through the healing journey, and almost nobody warns you about it. A song comes on and there are tears you didn’t see coming. A friend says something careless and instead of brushing it…
There is something unmistakable about 3am. The house is still. The street outside has gone quiet in a way it never quite manages at any other hour. And yet here you are, eyes open, mind suddenly and inexplicably alive, staring at the…
The session has just ended. You close the space, ground yourself, say your thanks. And then your client pauses, looks a little uncertain, and tells you they didn’t really feel much. They’re kind about it. They thank you. They leave…
You’ve been doing the work. The sessions, the meditations, the quiet mornings where you sit with whatever is rising and try to breathe through it more gracefully than you feel capable of. And yet the tiredness is relentless. A heaviness…
